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MetriculateHe was my seed, the son I bore once, long ago. My memories were all fugged, unclear, incomplete. Some time would be nice, to piece the puzzle back together, but time was not a luxury I had. Not here.
In the moment between the wall caving in and the eviscerating heat finally ending this life, I saw echoes of him lingering. Of course I knew he was long dead, but still he lingered like a sun spot on my vision as the explosion claimed me for another cycle.
* * *
Stepping into my cabin, I took a deep breath, air stale and heavy with particulates, in dire need of scrubbing and recycling. Six long solar years had passed since my last resurrection, and this place stayed the same, or almost. Subtle shifting from the asteroid's gravity had moved the odd item. Without asking, my mind recorded the exact places of each movement. Thank fuck the show
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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